National Highway 109 in July and August is the busiest and best season, all kinds of trucks and private cars are crowded together, densely packed, making people feel palpitations when they look at it.

At noon, the temperature dropped sharply below freezing, and my body was soreness and pain, and there were faint signs of the sequelae of the annual dragon slaying.

The pain in my body made me dare to hide in the car and drive the hot air to stand up, so as to delay the onset of the sequelae of the dragon slaying.

But my cold didn't let me go.

The discomfort of the cement nose seal made me have to open my mouth and gasp hard, even if I took special cold medicine, it didn't help.

Nine hours after the traffic jam, my cold worsened again, and my whole limbs hurt so badly, especially the most serious vertebrae in my lower back, which made me relive the pain of broken spine and renewal.

At three o'clock in the morning, the snow was soaring, hail was falling, and the temperature in the Kunlun Pass dropped to minus 10 degrees.

The opening that had just been cleared was forced to shut down again.

Not long after, the most terrifying highs that I least wanted to see were accompanied by extremely cold weather.

The dizziness of the high reaction and the dizziness of the cold were strung together, and I lost all my strength.

Then there was vomiting.

When I didn't vomit anymore, I noticed that my feet were at least twice as swollen and thick, and the blood vessels in my temples were gurgling, and it seemed like they were about to explode in the next second.

All the high anti-reflexes appeared on my body, and that kind of taste was a hundred times more painful than the sequelae of slaying the dragon.

Fortunately, after taking the high anti-drug red lotus given by the man in the windbreaker, the fatal plateau pulmonary edema did not come, otherwise, I don't know if I can hold on anymore.

Although Zhang Chaoge prepared a lot of medicines for me, the effect was not as good as that of the man in the trench coat.

The man in the trench coat belongs to the Heavenly Prison, and they are not short of money, and the medicines they prepare are the best.

After the blizzard, National Highway 109, which had waited countless hours and had a backlog of thousands of vehicles, was restored in an orderly manner.

Caught in the traffic as slow as a snail, I finally survived the high reaction that required my life, and the sequelae of slaying the dragon disappeared.

But my cold didn't get any better, and my head was still dizzy.

The one-way traffic was timed, but it took me six hours to see the checkpoint.

Seeing that it was about to be my turn, there was an arrogant and domineering horn sound from behind.

In the rearview mirror, the blue and white light flashed endlessly, and a series of luxury cars completely ignored the warning that they were being released unilaterally, and rushed directly to the front, constantly pressing the horn to forcibly cut the line.

Countless car owners who were waiting in line were extremely disgusted by this kind of forced queue cutting behavior, and they poked their heads out.

Several car owners were about to go crazy but forced to shut up.

It's not because the owners don't dare to scold, but this train fleet is too high.

The first car to open the road is the king of off-road, the Mercedes-Benz Babos, worth eight million.

This is followed by two G63s.

What's awesome is that Babos is still hanging a sucker police light!

The team after the two G63s, that's awesome.

Mercedes Unimog!

Mercedes Amoudillo!

These two cars have a very stylish name.

Off-road grade touring car!

One is the same as a supercar.

In today's China, these two mobile castles are the envy of them wherever they go.

And that's not all.

Behind Unimog and Amodillo were a Hummer and a George Patton.

Hit Barbos and end George Patton, in comparison, the G63 that envied countless people on weekdays is not worth it at all.

Such a huge convoy of trips can only be described as terrifying.

Coupled with the sucker warning lights on the roof of Babos's car, the compulsion of this convoy rose directly to the highest level of the emperor's outing.

Well.

It's more awesome than the emperor's patrol.

Many car owners don't even dare to let go of a fart, roll up the window, and install

Turning a blind eye.

Many of the guards on duty at the scene were also silent at this moment, and they didn't dare to step forward to stop them when they saw the other party rushing to the front unscrupulously.

The truck was forced to stop, and the owner of the car pressed his horn impatiently to let Babos go back by himself.

And Babos didn't take the owner of the car in his eyes at all, and the car horn soared out of the fluent Yandu scolding.

"Go back to Lao Tzu! ***！」

It was freezing and was blocked for more than 20 hours, and I was tormented and finally waited for the release but was artificially intercepted, and no one had a good temper.

The owner of the truck poked his head out to argue, and was coaxed by Babos to push up the accelerator, and the thick bumper hit the front of the big truck directly.

The owner of the truck hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car, looked at his deformed front of the car with a heartache, and begged softly: "My son is seriously rebellious and needs to go down immediately, you let me go first."

"Mom!"

"Lao Tzu came first."

The door of Babos opened, and a boy in a big goose down jacket came up and slammed the truck owner: "Pour it back to Lao Tzu!"

The owner of the truck, whose face was tanned by the ultraviolet rays of the plateau, was full of anxiety, and begged bitterly: "My son is in a hurry to save his life, he is the first time he ran a car with me, and you ......have a small car."

"Lao Tzu's car is small? Lao Tzu, one car is a hundred broken cars like you."

Brother Gongzi proudly grabbed the truck owner again: "You are limited to ten seconds to reverse Lao Tzu." Otherwise, I'll burn your broken car."

Obviously, there is a duty guard next to him, but Brother Gongzi dares to make such a bold statement, and completely treats the owner of the truck as an ant.

The owner of the truck was so anxious that tears flowed down his face, and he turned his head to ask for help from the guard on duty, but was ignored.

The owner of the truck was at a loss like an ant on a hot pot, knowing that he couldn't afford to provoke the other party, and was forced to turn back but was stumped.

Behind a large truck, a long line of trucks followed closely behind the main car of the truck, and there was almost no gap in the middle, and it was impossible for his car to reverse back.

If you want to reverse, other cars have to follow suit, don't say anything, even if the car behind is willing to cooperate, it's too late.

The owner of the truck was anxious, he felt out of his smoke and cowered in front of his son, and whispered to his son, and almost knelt down and kowtowed.

However, Brother Gongzi didn't eat the truck owner at all, but kept pushing the truck owner violently, and reprimanded him like a dog.